Mindful Miles

Over Fifty posts – quiet moments, a collection of small stories and discoveries.

I wrote a post about a different kind of love story, one found on the wild, open heath; a reflection of the journey that brought me to this moment.

This blog, this act of writing about the small and the overlooked, has been its own kind of love story. It started not with a grand idea, but with a quiet curiosity—a friendship with a world I had forgotten to notice.

Over the last 50 posts, this friendship has blossomed. I have learned the names of the wild blooms, felt a deeper connection to the turning of the seasons, and found a profound peace in the rhythm of my walks.

This blog has been my companion, my confidant, the keeper of all these beautiful “firsts.”

It has taught me to love the simple act of looking, of listening, of being present. It has shown me that the greatest stories are not just in the grand vistas but in a single sycamore leaf, a fleeting glimpse of a fox, a moment of silence.

So, as I stand on this milestone, the right side of 50, I want to say thank you.

Thank you for walking with me. And thank you to this blog, for being the quiet, beautiful love story I never knew I was writing.